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My poem book!!

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BC: S - The mood goes from and imaginative and fanciful frame of mind, to more of a reflective tone because he starts thinking of himself, and how he used to be a swinger of birches as well. T – how becoming an adult changes your life, and is very different than being a child. T - The theme of this poem is that wanting to be a child again is okay, and wanting to put all your stress and responsibilities away for a little bit is fine.

FC: Tierneys book of poems

1: TABLE OF CONTENTS | Narative poem 2 3 poem terms 3-5 ode poem 6 Birched poem 7-9 Birches analyzation 10 - 14

2: The old oak tree has been through tough times Its struggles have made it strong and steady Day and night it stands tall and grand It does not sway with the wind Or lose its limbs during ghastly storm As the years walk by the tree stays there Its shade welcoming to all on steamy, sunny day The oak is content with its peaceful life Its struggles have ended for it is a glorious invinsible giant The oak has withstood and adapted in times of misery, and defeat Through years of dusty drought Where its leaves are withered and parched And times of luscious, soft rain When its foliage isa brilliant green with droplets of dainty dew It has survived Just how we all do Through moments of trouble and of victory Through the forever ticking clock of time These struggles leave us stronger But not for eternity will the old oak stay We all pass We all go away But the struggles that have taunted us through out our lives Are the training wheels to get us ready and confident For the great mysterious path we take when we have exceeded our stay | NARRAITIVE POEM

3: 3 LITERARY TERMS | Litotes - form of understatement by asserting the positive for the negative (Example: This is no small problem) when it really is a big problem

4: Conceit A fanciful poetic image or metaphor that likens one thing to something else that is seemingly very different There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! | Literary terms

5: Literary terms | Synecdoche A figure of speech in which a part is used to designate the whole or the whole is used to designate a part. For example, the phrase "all hands on deck" means "all men on deck," not just their hands.

6: Ode Poem | Ode Poem | Ode To the Frog Ode to the frog Who sits on his log Squatting for days and days I don’t know what he does but that is where he stays Ode to the frog, Who can flick his tongue at lighting speed And catch the flys in which he needs Ode to the frog Who can make his neck big, Or jump from twig to twig. Or he can rest on a lilly pad lightly And only sink it slightly Ode to the frog Oh my slimy, slippery friend, As I admire you sometimes I pretend That I am a frog that is green and lives in a bog ode to the frog

7: "Birches" By Robert Frost | When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-- Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?)

8: I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

9: Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches

10: Birches Analysis | T – I think the title “Birches,” refers to calming trees that are all the same. I also think that there are many trees in a forest that are all white. P – The birch trees have been permanently bent by ice storms, but Robert frost wishes, and thinks to himself that a boy was swinging on them. The trees get ice on them in the winter, and then the warmth makes the ice melt off. Once the trees are bowed, they never become strait again. But the truth is that ice storms have made them bow, not that boys bend them. Frost prefers that the boy who lives in the country swung them all and bent them all. The boy became an expert at launching and climbing the trees. Frost then remembers that he was a birch swinger and he dreams of being one again, but his life is a pathless wood, where cobwebs tickle your face, and twigs slice your eyes. He wishes he could get away from earth and begin over when he came back.he would go climbing a birch tree to the top, and then finally come home to earth.

11: C – The theme of this poem is in the final line of the poem. The meaning of this line is that a person could want or do something worse than wish he was a child again and be free of worries. This is important because the whole poem explains about the swingers of birches, which is like being a child again, and in life, and all the joys of childhood. Is this poem intended to make the reader remember his childhood, and remind them that it is okay to miss it? Everyone remembers being a child, and everyone at some point misses the old days, and wishes they could go back to when their life was easier, which is the overall message of the poem The ice storms in this poem have a big role. They bend the birches down to stay forever. I believe that the ice storms are the stress of becoming older, or the responsibilities that come with growing up. They make a heavier burden to carry because life gets more demanding with age, and you have more to worry about and take care of when you become an adult. Children are free and happy, and don’t have those kinds of things weighing them down. The ice storms may be mostly bad, but they can also be good. For instance, when you are becoming older, you have little responsibilities that get you ready for the more complex problems and demands of growing up. Although the ice storms bend the birches, they bend gradually with time, it might also help get them ready for becoming bent forever.

12: In lines 18 and 19, the metaphor, “ like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun,” is referring to how it is similar that the arching of the birch trunks is like the bending of the girls backs as they lean over to flip their hair. Also, when the girls bend over, their hair falls close to the ground, much like the leaves of a bended birch tree. This image helps you to picture how the bended birches look, and compare it to something that we have a better picture in our minds of. The birches represent life. Growing up is the biggest factor that changes your life. In the poem, the swingers of the birches could be little things that don’t affect your life as much, like when you’re a child and you get into trouble. But the ice storms are something that can change your “life” permanently, like how they arched the birches to stay. The ice storms are responsibilities that make you grow older, and can change your life, not just alter it with little, unimportant things. The birches are the base of these factors, which is why ithey represent life.

13: When frost states that “ life is too much like a pathless wood”, he means that life is sometimes hard to get through. Life is not always perfect, and it doesn’t always go your way. When things get tough, and it becomes difficult to tolerate and persevere, then life becomes like a pathless wood. Can a pathless wood also mean that you could become lost, and don’t know what to do with your life? A - Throughout he poem, Robert Frost is basically remembering what it is like to be a swinger of birches or be a child again, so I think that he is happy, and sympathetic for most of the poem. When he is thinking about the swingers of the birches, and the fun the boy has swinging them. He is also content and understanding, because he too, was once a swinger of birches. But when the reality is that ice storms or growing up comes into play, he becomes dismal and heavy hearted because the idea of a child bending them down is so much simpler and more pleasant.Forst hopes that this was the truth. He wished that the bent birches were because of kids having a wonderful, blissful time.

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